“It can’t be easy,” Here they were. Supposed mortal enemies. Demon and angel. A simple conversation involving the unfairness of the wicked cycle called life. “Shouldn’t you be able to think for yourself?” A rogue thought which broke through the feeble defenses of his lips. A thought that could result in a reprimand from Heaven for simply harboring such thoughts. And yet, he felt comfortable with conveying such things with his present company. He very much doubted the other would tattletale on him.

_{“I’m still learning.” It was the most honest thing he’d said in years and it was to the fact that he too doubted that they’d actually say anything about this little conversation. One, that was turning out to be more truthful than Ky originally intended. “I did, what I thought would have gotten me accepted. I thought,” he said, taking in a deep breath, and letting it out slowly, “that if I willingly accepted who I was. If I decided to make my choice… I would be more than just a simple mistake.”} 

_{“You can see how that turned out.” Ky knew now that it wasn’t the right choice; he should have just stayed ignorant to the large scheme of things if he was being honest with himself. Still, there was no going back now – not even if he wanted to. “If I bow my head, try to fake some sort of respect, and lay low… I don’t get a target on my back.” Though, that hadn’t gone over so well – not since he’d been attempting it. Respect was something that was earned – not given freely. Not even to his own family. A reason to why he had the scars to prove why he’d give anything to get out… he just couldn’t do it. He couldn’t willingly give up the only family he had.}